The Mariner realized why he was alive. They didn’t like him and didn’t need him, but they were afraid.
“This is where the answers are. The truth. The lost pieces of our world.”
“And what the fuck is that supposed to mean?”
He could reply with complete honesty. “I don’t know. Why did you come here?”
Absinth didn’t bother to answer, instead he turned his basset eyes towards the tent, its dark opening alluring and repellent in equal measure. “Get in there Dan, we’ll follow. Cuntface can come in last with me.”
More akin to a Bedouin canopy, the tent straddled the clearing, overlooking the bay. Bright colours and exotic patterns decorated the canopy. Fantastical beasts reared with menace, noble steeds galloped with pride, lands rose and fell across the wide tapestry. Told along its soft canvass was a whole multitude of stories; each creature and scene blended into the other, as if the embroider had no attention span and was constantly changing the subject of her art.
Dan moved the cloth aside, and stepped through. They heard a woman’s voice, full of authority yet smooth and alluring. “Come inside Daniel Hughes, I am pleased you could come.”
The rest of the group followed. Each entered, one after the other, until only Absinth and the Mariner remained.
“After you, Cuntface,” Absinth said, jabbing the Mariner in the back with his rifle. The Mariner stepped inside.
The interior was just as exotically decorated, although now the images were less concerned with mythical beasts, but mythical people, heroes, lords, angels, villains and lovers. Kind brows, heroic jaws, roguish noses, sinister ears, all on a thousand faces. Every story of man was told, swirling about them. On the floor were countless cushions and in the centre sat the Oracle.
Her skin was dark and studded with jewels. Ribbons were entwined about her long black hair that pooled around her waist whilst she sat, cross legged, as if ready for meditation. Dan was already crouching before her, like a pupil ready to receive instruction.
“Welcome Henry Farthing who used to play with his brother by the canal. Welcome Jessica Wilson who studied tourism in Kent. Welcome Ken Wendell who used to steal cars with the Alsop twins.” She spoke to each person as they entered, and in sequence they all opened their eyes in surprise, silently sitting before her in awe. The Oracle spoke to each in a calm eloquent manner, which only changed when she laid eyes on the Mariner.
“Welcome Cun—” she paused, cocked her head to one side, and then quickly looked away. “Welcome Absinth Alcott.” She didn’t bother with an additional description for him, but instead turned her attention back to the Mariner, eyeing him with suspicion.
“Is it true? Are you the Oracle?” Dan asked, staring at her as a child does a clown.
“Yes. I am The Oracle.”
“Why should we believe you?” snorted Absinth, his gruff voice hacking apart the silky texture in the air. “We’ll ask questions and let’s see if you can answer ‘em.”
She looked at him patiently and shook her head.
“You may not question me… yet. But I shall prove to you my power.”
She smiled at the group and each stared longingly at her, lost in her charm and strange beauty. Turning to Dan, she held his gaze, their eyes locked and unblinking.
“Hayley, an intimacy of yours?”
“I dated her for a couple of years…” he said, still staring into her eyes.
“She left you for your cousin.”
“Son of a bitch!” he cried out, furious and embarrassed. He looked at the rest of the group, his face flushed red. “I think she’s right. I mean… I don’t know if Hayley did, but it makes sense. Both of them did hang around a lot together, and right after she split with me, he and I stopped talking. I guess that’s the reason he was avoiding me. Fucker!” He whirled back to her. “How did you know?”
“I know everything.”
“How do we know this isn’t some cheap parlour trick?” Absinth was still not convinced. “You could be reading his mind or somethin’.”
“Wouldn’t that still be remarkable?” She flashed him a daring smile. The loaded grin of a croupier.
“It wouldn’t make you an oracle.”
“I told Daniel something he didn’t know. I’ll do it again. Jessica?” She fixed her eyes on the woman amongst them. Once again she looked at her for a few seconds before she spoke. “Your mother crashed her car whilst driving around Big Sur, California.”
At that the Mariner’s stomach took a twist. California. Home of his wine.
Jessica was nodding, urging the Oracle to continue. “You never knew why this happened, but I can tell you now. She had an epileptic fit, lost consciousness and drove off the road.”
Jessica’s eyes filled with tears and her hands shot to her mouth. “My uncle had epilepsy!”
The Oracle nodded solemnly. “Yes, as did she.” She turned her attention to the cynic. “Absinth. Do you still doubt?”
He was less wary now, an eager glint glowing deep in his eyes. “Still not sure, to tell the truth,” he said, though he joined them eagerly enough, leaving only the Mariner to stand by the exit, reluctant to come any further.
Absinth turned back to him. “Come on Cuntface, don’t you want your fucking truth?”
“This is correct, I have truth to share,” she said, her words like old glue. “But perhaps this man is not prepared for it? Perhaps he should leave?”
He didn’t, but the Oracle acted as if he had and she turned to Absinth, looking down at him as a teacher does an infant.
“You were friends with a girl, Isabel. She was murdered.”
Murdered.
The Mariner tensed, feeling sick with his own guilt. Absinth nodded, gazing back at her.
“You never knew who the murderer was—”
The Mariner’s heart seemed to stop. What was that? Why nod along with the false claim? He did know!
“I can tell you who killed her.”
What did she mean she could tell him? He already knew!
“She was killed by a man named Claude, a sailor who you shared a cigarette with, that very night.”
Absinth looked shocked, horrified by the news. He stared at the floor, muttering the name ‘Claude’ to himself over and over. Then he stopped, his head slowly turning towards the Mariner.
“You killed her?”
This seemed to surprise the Oracle as much as he! Her head jolted in his direction, eyes narrowing as if he were a strange illness she couldn’t diagnose. Absurdly she hissed, “Cuntface?” with genuine surprise.
“You fucking murderer! It all makes sense.” Absinth was on his feet and marching towards the Mariner, who backed away, hands held out for defence. “How could I have been so stupid? Who else was on the island at that time, but you? Who else could have killed her? It all makes sense. You evil fuck!”
“But… but… You knew it was me,” he pleaded, stumbling backwards. “I brought her body down in my arms, it was how we met!”
At this Absinth’s head suddenly lurched back, his face contorted and limbs stretched wide as if shocked. Great judders seemed to run up and down his body, throwing his shoulders, spine arched.
The rest watched with horror, but the Mariner had seen this before — when the philosophy teacher had changed. But there were no chains this time, nothing to hold back the Mindless before him. The Mindless that now opened its furious eyes and focused them purely on the Mariner before it.